I was in year 8 when 9/11 happened. It a Tuesday on the second week of school, which was the first full one of the year. I remember this bitch of a teacher in art class made a point of holding us back for some bullshit. It was a very nice late summer afternoon and I sauntered home. By the time I got home and turned on the TV they were showing the footage of the 2nd plane striking the tower time and time again. I couldn't believe it, by this time it seemed almost certain it was an attack and I went and woke my dad up who was napping after work and he couldn't believe it either. It was insane. We just sat and watched the news for hours, we watched both towers fall on live TV.
With the time difference in the UK most people had finished their work and come home by the time it was really unfolding. I was just shell shocked. It was like something out of a Tom Clancy novel and I remember thinking about Debt of Honour. None of us could believe what was happening at school the next morning.
I was in year 8 when 9/11 happened. It a Tuesday on the second week of school, which was the first full one of the year. I remember this bitch of a teacher in art class made a point of holding us back for some bullshit. It was a very nice late summer afternoon and I sauntered home. By the time I got home and turned on the TV they were showing the footage of the 2nd plane striking the tower time and time again. I couldn't believe it, by this time it seemed almost certain it was an attack and I went and woke my dad up who was napping after work and he couldn't believe it either. It was insane. We just sat and watched the news for hours, we watched both towers fall on live TV.
With the time difference in the UK most people had finished their work and come home by the time it was really unfolding. I was just shell shocked. It was like something out of a Tom Clancy novel and I remember thinking about Debt of Honour. None of us could believe what was happening at school the next morning.